A Summer Adventure

Jennifer Hicks visits her friend’s southern home. After a few days of checking the place, she meets a very interesting southern man. The attraction between them is undeniable, and Jennifer finds herself extending the vacation just to spend more nights with this man.

Jennifer brushed her hair using her slender fingers. Her thick brown hair smoothly slid through the spaces of her fingers. Cool summer wind kissed her pretty face, smiling against the silvery glow of the moon.

Her heart was filled with bliss, and she looked around the wide landscape as if it were an oil painting. Darwin held her other hand, and he stared at her eyes with pure bliss and excitement.

“I hope you liked it here.”

“I definitely did, Darwin.”

The young man blushed. “This is my favorite spot. You can almost smell the fruits and the flowers with the wind,” he exhaled deep. “Plus, you overlook the entire farms. Over there is our cottage.”

Jennifer followed Darwin’s finger. They pointed at land marks and other small things that she had been seeing in the past few days. She had walked around this small parish like it was a tourist spot. Everything was fresh to the sight.

But now, she walked around like it was her home. The small parish was where her heart was.

The young woman stole glances at her beautiful blonde boy, still busy and talking about the landscapes of his hometown. His Southern accent was thick, but it didn’t make him less appealing for a northern girl like her. His breath smelled of sweet caramel and mint. Darwin had freckles beneath his eyes, but Jennifer also had the same.

The young boy soon realized that Jennifer had been staring. He suddenly chuckled then scratched his head. “Damn, Jen, thought you were listening.”

She smiled at him. It revealed a set of pearly white teeth, with one little crooked tooth in front. “You were just so charming, I’m distracted.” Jennifer kissed the boy’s cheek.

Darwin’s eyes glowed at her, while Jennifer coyly looked down at the grass. They were alone, atop a grassy cliff. No sounds were to be heard, except the sound of their voices. Their tiny beating hearts were louder than the crickets. Jennifer could hear her heart drum, and her cheeks were hot.

One of Darwin’s fingers went to her chin. He pulled it up to meet Jennifer’s gaze.

“You are the prettiest, most charming northern girl I’ve ever met.”

Darwin lowered his mouth to Jennifer’s. Her lips had been waiting for him, and she slightly parted her lips to let Darwin’s tongue in. His mouth was warm, and wet, and Jennifer loved the taste of his saliva. Darwin’s fingers soon crawled all around her body. He moved with a feverish desire and a curious exploration. Before she knew it, his hands were inside her shirt.

Jennifer pulled away to gasp for a while, but Darwin was quick. He lowered his kiss to her neck, completely throwing Jennifer off guard. She had no choice but to surrender to him. Her body was also begging for him. Heat began to rise between her legs, and Jennifer could feel her juices surge.

Darwin’s fingers moved to her nipples, and Jennifer made a groan when she felt him tease her there. She was rather tickled in a sexual way, and it was a little too much for her. Her breasts swelled with excitement, and Jennifer came to her senses when one of Darwin’s hands rubbed her pussy.

“Darwin, stop!” she hissed, pushing his away. Jennifer pursed her legs to discourage the aggressive man.

He almost lost himself, but Darwin managed to pull away. His hands were trembling, and the heat on his face turned his cheeks rosy pink. Both of them were breathing heavily.

“Am sorry, Jen,” there was an ache in Darwin’s voice. “I want you so bad. But if you’re not ready—”

Jennifer hugged him. He could feel the heat of her body through their clothes.

“It’s fine, Darwin. Just not here and not tonight, okay? We’ll be more ready after some time.” She kissed him briefly on the lips.

After they caught their breaths and were feeling cool again, they leisurely walked towards the house where Jennifer stayed.

She was a visitor in the parish. Jennifer could easily be considered a tourist, too. Her friend, Nita, invited her over to spend a summer in Renard Parish. It was a small town, which barely had any establishments apart from small taverns, clothes store, and a chapel. At first, the sight of all-grass and barns was a treat in Jennifer’s eyes. She considered Renard Parish as a place well enough for relaxation in the countryside.

But things changed when she met Darwin. He was a local boy who worked at his father’s farm. At first, there was nothing magnificent or marvelous about Darwin. He was just a farmer’s son, just like all of the boys in Renard Parish.

They met at a local dance, which was held at the town square. Renard Parish rarely hosts dance parties for the young, but this summer’s dance was extravagant. Girls went out with their prettiest dresses, while the young men wore their best shoe.

Darwin was already a little drunk when he saw Jennifer. He easily recognized her as a northern girl when he saw her clothes. Jennifer had a short dress, which hugged her hips and her waist tight. Renard Parish girls were conservative as they were religious, and cuts like these were never made by the local seamstress.

Jennifer liked his easy-going attitude, which was partly affected by the alcohol. He picked her up like anybody would do her in a club. Jennifer was amazed by his bravado and confidence. Plus, Darwin was a good dancer. He let go of his spirit, and she shook his arms all over like a happy chicken.

They had dinner together, and they shared all sorts of opinion regarding the north and the south. It was a happy conversation. Jennifer loved looking into his pale blue eyes, which was full of glee and merriment. Darwin’s accent was music to her ears.

He didn’t hesitate to walk hand in hand with her. The first time they strolled around the parish, he didn’t ask for Jennifer’s hand. He just held. “You might get lost,” he’d said.

Darwin’s hands were sweaty when they first touched. They were fidgety and nervous, but his face was confident and happy. Jennifer fell in love with him before she could recognize it. Soon, she kept looking for his company and guidance around the parish. Darwin also frequently asked for her, and in some days she wakes up to find him already waiting at her door.

He was her perfect country boy. Darwin didn’t make a fuss about Jen’s northern heritage and sensibilities. They understood each other’s differences and sorted them out. Whenever they agree to disagree, on rare occasions, they’d just laugh it off.

After the first week of being together, Darwin and Jennifer enjoyed their first kiss. It was a stolen one while they were picking mangoes on a farm. Jennifer was atop a ladder, and Darwin was following behind. The distance between them was barely a foot. Jennifer was picking mangoes and she saw a particularly huge one. Delighted, she turned behind to face Darwin. She didn’t know that he was just behind her.

They lips brushed together in an unexpected kiss. In stolen kisses like this, one was supposed to pull away immediate. But their kiss lingered. They couldn’t pull apart from each other. Instead, there was a connection, a heat brought them closer.

Jennifer’s lips parted and so did Darwin’s. They tasted each other’s heat in a slow, cautious manner. Jennifer slid her tongue between Darwin’s lips, and he didn’t protest. Their kiss even deepened, and one of his hands went to her waist. He firmly touched her there, rubbing his palms to feel the shape of her body. Jennifer gasped when his fingers brushed the nub of her clitoris. She was reminded of a sexual hunger that had not been met since she went south.

Before things got hotter, Jennifer and Darwin heard the farm-owner cough and scowl beside the tree.

Since then, the bond between Jennifer and Darwin became deeper. She longed to kiss him whenever the opportunity came. Darwin, likewise, became more eager to take Jennifer to secluded places where they could talk privately. After the private talk, much is to be expected about what happens next.

The previous night at the grassy cliffs had been the hottest, steamiest episode between them, so far. Darwin had never managed to caress her beneath her clothes. This was an exhilarating feeling for Jennifer, and she herself wanted to feel Darwin even closer. She wanted to kiss something more other than his mouth. If he’d be lucky enough to put her in the right mood and in the right place, Jennifer might wrap her sensuous lips along his hard cock.

At the same time that Jennifer was pondering, Darwin was at the stables, tending to the horses. It was a Saturday afternoon, and they didn’t meet during these times. There was a lot of work in his father’s farm. Whenever Jennifer was around, Darwin could hardly focus his attention on his job. His father told him to limit his time spent with Jennifer. If he wanted to be with her, he’d better give her his spare time instead.

He thought of Jennifer as she brushed the horse’s mane. Jennifer’s hair was silkier than this. Darwin longed to hear the sound of her voice once again, and also the feeling of her warm mouth against his. He thought about the feeling of her soft breasts last night. It was firm, warm, and her nipples tensed at his touch.

It was very exciting to think about, and Darwin soon realized that his penis had bulged inside his pants. He tried to divert his thoughts to something else, because being seen in a stable of horses, with a boner, might give folks the wrong impression.

Darwin whistled a tune to pass the time. He heard someone enter the stables.

“Hey, Darwin. You’re not with your northern cunt today, huh.”

It was Lisa. She was Darwin’s childhood friend, who also had secret desires for him. Lisa was as ripe as a basket of summer mangoes, and her body was a bounty treasure. Lisa was gifted in the boob and in the ass department. She purposively wore clothes that showed off what she got. She moved around like she always teased men to squeeze her and touch her.

Lisa was a popular chick around Renard Parish. However, she was not Darwin’s type. Lisa had a rough, self-satisfied attitude. She always thought that she was the best. She had a perfectly American face and golden locks as well. But beauty was not everything when it comes to a woman. Darwin preferred attitude, and he had already found it with Jennifer.

“Watch your words, cock-slut.” Darwin hissed.

Lisa laughed at his attempt to annoy her. “That’s my new nickname and I like it,” she said proudly. “We were just kids when they teased me that.”

Darwin snorted. “And now you grew up to become a full-pledged cock-slut.”

Lisa walked towards him, after putting the stack of hay in a corner of the stable. She instantly noticed the bulge between his pants. Lisa’s eyes grew wide with amazement.

“Oh, what do you have there, Darwin?” Lisa teased. “Is that for me?” She giggled.

Darwin looked away, embarrassed. He didn’t want to tell the truth to Lisa, because definitely she would do something to tease Jennifer, and spread rumors that she’s a “tight”.

In the corner of his eyes, he saw Lisa move. She slowly pulled up her loose skirt to her waist, exposing very well what was between her legs. Lisa didn’t wear underwear, and her pussy was clean-shaved. He could see the pink folds and her bulging clit.

“Like what you see?” Lisa asked. “It’s all yours.”

She was satisfied by the hungry look on Darwin’s face. Lisa knew that every man wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of her beautiful body.

Lisa turned around and bent low, until she touched her knees. She could feel the warm summer air blow against her wet pussy and her ass. Lisa waited for Darwin to approach behind her, and she wasn’t disappointed when his strong hands grabbed her hips. Her mouth gaped open and she realized a gasp when the length of Darwin’s shaft slid inside her warm and soft cunt.

He did his business quickly, slamming his hips against Lisa simply to burn away the tension that has built up inside him. Her pleasured gasps and moans were piercing to his ears, making the heat in him rise all the more. Darwin moved faster and faster, feeling the tip of his cock slam against Lisa’s edge. Together, they finished with a glorious expression on their faces.

Lisa was extremely pleased. She licked her lips as she felt Darwin move away from her. When he stood up, Darwin’s cum dripped down her legs.

Darwin looked at Lisa with hate and disgust. His expression was grim, but there was no guilt inside his chest. As long as this sex didn’t involve feelings, it was not so much different from a simple physical contact.

“Stay away from my life now. You can already have the glory of having fucked every men here in Renard.” He said to Lisa with a threatening voice.

Lisa merely blew a kiss to Darwin, insulting him. She left away with a wink.

When Darwin was alone, he cursed under his breath. Instead of quenching his thirst, he felt a more terrible hunger inside him. His need for Jennifer had deepened. Getting inside Lisa’s flesh simply made him ache and become more curious to feel what it was like inside Jennifer. Was she as warm? Soft? Wet?

He knew that he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to do something to lay with her tonight, in the best place possible.

Darwin bought red roses from the florist, and had a quick haircut at the barber shop. He had his shoes polished and his best shirt ironed. He was going to meet Jennifer tonight, and he planned to make this night special for them.

Jennifer had already expected to meet Darwin when he came knocking at her door. They greeted each other with eager smiles. Their arms quickly wrapped around each other.

“Is that for me?” Jennifer pointed to the dozen red roses. She had never received such a wonderful bunch in her entire life. The tiny buds were just starting to bloom.

“Who else but for my lady love, Jennifer?” Darwin spoke like a poet. His thick southern accent made it slightly funny and more charming for Jennifer. He gave the flowers to her, then Jennifer’s loving eyes turned to him with happiness, desire, and excitement. She was getting the idea that something especial would happen.

“Would you like to stroll outside with me, Jennifer? Or we could get a room at the inn, talk privately?” He bravely asked.

Jennifer knew for herself that time was running out. In less than two weeks, she would have to come back to the north and leave this tiny parish alone. The feeling was sad, but she wanted to make the best of her time with Darwin. It was about time that they consummate their sweet relationship.

Jennifer wore a blue dress that was loose around the legs and chest. She chose this to allow Darwin’s movements more easily around her body. There were a few apprehensions in her chest when she chose this, but she knew that she adored Darwin very much. She would never regret this memorable night.

Her dress waved like a flag in the wind. The deep blue colour was the same as the shade of the sky. She hardly wore makeup, knowing that it would just be smeared later on. She had the most care-free look in her face, and Darwin was equally confident. But there was a seriousness and positive fear that hung around them like a heavy cape. It protected them and kept them warm.

Jennifer preferred outdoors. Darwin took her to the secluded spot, which overlooked the entirety of the parish. The sight was exhilarating and marvelous. There were fireflies all over, sparkling like fallen stars.

“This is wonderful, Darwin.”

“All the wonder’s just starting, my lady.” He gently kissed her. At first it was a peck on Jennifer’s sweet mouth. She pulled him closer to her and crushed her open mouth against his. His mouth was hot, and their tongues touched together in a mischievous way.

There was no holding back now. Darwin reached for Jennifer’s breasts, and she relented to him hopelessly. She let the passion consume her and take her away, while his fingers stroked and played with her eager nipples. Jennifer felt Darwin reached behind her and unzip her dress.

She was naked in a matter of seconds. Darwin’s hands went all over her body, feeling the smoothness of her bare skin. She felt tickles and waves of tremendous pleasure shudder her like an earthquake. Jennifer lay down on the grass, where Darwin mounted her eager body.

His mouth went all over Jennifer, causing her to gasp and moan. His tongue flicked the tips of her nipples and went down, down, and he disappeared between her legs. She ached and her back arched as she felt his tongue go inside her. Then, she pulled him up, whispering to his ear, “Take me now.”

Darwin obliged, lustfully and excitedly. Soon he was inside her warm and moist cunt, where he slid in and out with ease and tingling pleasure. They howled together with the sound of the wind. Jennifer grabbed his hips even further down to her, and his hard flesh rubbed all around her body.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Not soon before long, both of them reached for the stars and grabbed each other in an orgasmic embrace. They panted for a while, Darwin still inside her, and relaxed for a moment before they started moving again. This time, it was faster, harder, and the passion between them burned like a wildfire in the forest.

A Curse in the Hot ‘n’ Wild Country

Odette is a lonely country girl who discovers her sexuality and indulges in self-pleasures. One night, in the middle of a meadow, she discovers a mysterious tree and engages in extremely erotic escapades. She uncovers the depths of her desire and sexuality even more. A great prize awaits Odette in the end.

Odette carried two pails of water with both hands. Her round hips swayed, and her small feet treaded the tattered roads back to Uncle Bill’s barn. The pails were only half-filled but she strained and labored to carry them for half a mile. The sun was high in the sky, and the sunbeams kissed her beautiful face. Perspiration dripped from her forehead down to her lovely chin, and Odette’s golden hair was wet as a mop.

“Hold up, Uncle Bill!” Odette shouted with strain, halting to a stop and setting down the pails of water on the dusty road. The young woman bent and touched her knees as she panted. “A girl needs a rest, y’know!”

The man in front of her stopped, but didn’t bother to set down the blocks of hay on his shoulders.

“We’re almost there, young lass. You’re gonna get your shower and your fresh clothes when we reach the barn,” he said in a bored voice, which sounded like a tractor. He was old, probably sixty. Uncle Bill was skinny and his skin was saggy. Bulging veins coiled his arms, a testament to his decades of work in the countryside.

Odette made a nasty face at his back. She looked like an exasperated eight-year-old instead of eighteen. With a grunt, she carried the water pails with her sore hands. The two of them started walking again. A light breeze blew every now and then, blowing up the skirts of Odette’s torn dress. If not for her fair complexion, golden hair, and pretty face, Odette could be mistaken as a yard slave who wore filthy rags.

It was poor luck enough to live in a small parish such as Red Water. It was a piece of dry land, full of old people and farm animals. This place didn’t have movie houses, shopping malls, or anything of the sort. In other words, it did not cater to the young. Every child born in Red water had the ambition of moving out when they turned eighteen. But for an orphan girl like Odette, there was no choice but to labor in the farms of Red Water parish, probably until she marries a rich merchant who could take her abroad.

Odette had always lived with Bill and Maudette, an old couple who owned a small farm in the east side of Red Water. They were kind to her, and they raised her like their own child. Odette’s mother had died while giving birth to her on a cold, winter night. Nobody knew who her father was, not even her mother. Odette’s mother was a local prostitute who begot a child in the line of her duty. Nevertheless, the woman was hailed the most beautiful of all in Red Water. Since it was a hard life and everybody aimed at being practical, Odette’s mother traded her life beauty for money.

Odette looked exactly like her mother, but slightly more beautiful. The extremely warm days and the torching sun of the countryside did nothing to ruin her smooth, fair skin. During the winters, Odette’s cheeks flush a rosy pink, and she was never too pale to the sight. Her golden locks of hair were prettier than actual gold. Odette’s face was innocent as a dove, but it was regal as a wolf’s. She had a pair of large brown eyes and a small, quaint mouth.

Upon arriving home and giving water to the horses, Odette rushed to their tiny hut where she met Maudette and politely greeted her mother. Odette took a pitcher of cold water and drank more water than the horses.

“How was the walk to the field today, sweetheart?” Maudette asked her daughter. The old woman was finishing the last stitches on Odette’s new dress.

“Oh, mother, you won’t believe it! Uncle Bill wouldn’t give me a rest! We picked up the turnips on Danny’s farm, and they didn’t even let me rest for a second! Then Uncle and I walked for miles and miles back here till my legs were sore and I almost fainted like pregnant woman! He even made me carry heavy pails of water! God definitely has more mercy!”

Uncle Bill raised a brow at his daughter’s exaggerated story. Maudette stifled a chuckle. When Odette was done, she was almost running out of breath. She fell on a stool and brushed her long hair with both hands. Then Odette stared up at the ceiling, re-imagining the things that happened all morning.

Her mother cut the last piece of string using her teeth and held up the bright red dress. “It’s now finished, Odette. Take a bath and put this on, would you?”

Odette was distracted from her daydreams. Her head cocked to one side, and she happily rushed to her mother, who was smiling expectantly at her.

“Oh, mother, it’s so pretty! Thank you so much!” Odette gently touched the soft fabric. It was somewhat thicker than her previous dresses, and she felt something firm attached to the chest part of the dress.

Odette’s body was ripening. Her old dresses couldn’t hide anymore the fleshy mounds that had grown on her chests. Odette’s cleavage was well-defined on her neck line, and sometimes people talked to her just to take a peek. Odette’s breasts were round and large, as if it was full of milk and ready to feed an infant. They were inviting to the touch. Only recently, an old farmer had asked her if he could touch her breasts for a shiny penny.

“You need new dresses now, dear,” her mother said firmly. “I don’t want you to be wearing your tattered clothes anymore.”

Odette frowned. “But why, mom? I always find them comfortable to wear.”

Maudette sighed. “Do you want every man to ask you if they could touch your breasts? Are you a cow that’s supposed to be milked?”

Odette flushed. She was silent and guilty. Deep inside her, she was ashamed. She wanted men to touch her breasts and treat her like a cow, even for free.

Her mother nodded contentedly. “Your uncle and I just want you to be respected, Odette. You are no farm animal. You are a young woman. But first, you have to behave and look like you deserved some respect.”

“Damn yes,” Uncle Bill nodded as he stocked the pumpkins. He looked Odette right in the eyes. There was anger in them. He was conservative just like his wife, and he was bent on disciplining his daughter. He had scolded Odette for many times when he witnessed her flirting with older men. Sometimes, Odette would teasingly raise her skirts and show off her legs to the young boys. Uncle Bill had hit Odette once when he saw her bathing with a boy in the river.

Bill and Maudette didn’t want Odette to end up like her mother. Whoring was a destructive profession, especially in a poor parish like Red Water. But Odette’s sex drives were becoming so strong nowadays. She desired company and friends, but her parents wouldn’t let her be with other people. Besides, there were only very few girls and boys who had the same age and same morals as Odette. The rest of the people in Red Water were opportunistic farmers and old women who managed brothels and taverns. They didn’t want their poor daughter to be abused by these folk.

Odette apologized to her parents. With a heavy feeling, she rushed to the bath house. She carried her new dresses with one hand. Odette thought to herself that maybe it was the simple consolation to their sadness.

The cool water felt good on her skin. Odette gasped as she dipped her naked body into the wooden tub. She run her fingers through her salty hair, and scrubbed her dusty skin. She submerged herself chin-deep in the water, and Odette’s thoughts wandered once more.

Although cheerful and happy, Odette had sensitive feelings, too. Above everything, she didn’t like her parents to scold her for being a disappointing child. She hated herself. She was used to being her parents’ only source of happiness. But now, was growing old and desiring other things, and Odette was becoming a terrible pain on her parents’ saggy necks.

She was drowned in self-hate. Odette couldn’t understand her body, her desires, and her temptations. Why did she desire things that her parents hated? Why did men pay so much attention to her? Was she really that beautiful?

She wanted to know. She needed to see the answers. Naked, Odette stood up from the bath tub and faced a large mirror. Water dripped from her skin and her hair fell on her shoulders like a soggy carpet. Odette glanced at the shape of her bare body, and looked at herself from head to toe. She had a grim expression on her face, but she remained undoubtedly pretty.

Odette knew what pretty looked like. There were also other pretty girls in Red Water. Being pretty means having a small nose, proper mouth, and fierce eyes. Her face had all of these. But when she looked down, Odette discovered things that weren’t there before.

First was her breasts. They were milky white, topped with pink nipples that froze hard like peas. Odette’s breasts hung on her chest like two pairs of melons. They were rounded, perky, and firm. Her breasts didn’t sag like her mother’s. Curiously, Odette put her hands on her breasts. She started squeezing them, and she felt delicate softness on her palms. Her breasts were like thick dough of bread. At first, Odette felt nothing. But when her fingers and palms brushed the tip of her breasts, she felt a wave of odd pleasure.

It was ticklish. Odette felt her nipples glow when she touched them. The pleasure swelled, like it was begging to be touched and touched until it exploded. Her eyes shut tight and she felt like she wanted to moan. Heck, she needed to moan. She rolled the tips of her fingers around her nipples, and she felt the pleasure grow more intense. It shuddered all over her body, and she could feel something itchy inside her tummy. Something swelled inside her, like the tingling of a large bell when it rang.

There was a funny feeling on Odette’s legs and toes. They felt light, like she was walking on the clouds. Instinctively, her hands crawled downwards, touching her soft belly and the sides of her slender waist. She touched sweet spots that send waves of pleasure across her body. She felt the smooth curves of her hips and the firmness of her round ass.

Odette looked at the mirror and she watched her hands explore. After a few minutes of touching, Odette felt her skin grow warmer. The waves of pleasure became deeper and sharper. She was almost feverish.

Odette squeezed her butt cheeks. She could hardly grab both of them, as they were large and well-rounded. She spread them apart and lifted them up, feeling something stretch between her legs. It was pleasurable, and Odette found herself repeating the motion again and again. It was sweet, and something swelled between her legs. It was begging for touch, and Odette was almost aching to find it.

She let go of her butt cheeks and explored the hairy bush between her legs. It was covered with thin, blonde, curly hair. Odette knew that there was something hiding there, something that was begging to be touched. But she did not know how to find it and how to explore it. She moaned in frustration.

Finally, Odette decided to sit up and spread her legs. She touched the flesh between her legs. Odette pressed her palm and rubbed her pussy up and down, until she nudged something small, round, and hard. She gasped when she felt it. It was the most intense feeling that she had ever felt before.

Odette’s mouth gaped at her newfound pleasure. She rubbed her pussy even harder, squeezing her clitoris using her wrist. She felt a tension build inside her tummy, like it was some itch that had to be scratched.

Odette’s hand went faster and faster between her legs. She felt her muscles contract and her entire body explode in a pleasurable spasm. Her eyes flew open and her throat made a strained groan. She whimpered like a dying cow as her first orgasm shattered her body. Odette felt like she was transported to another place, where she had met the angels and drank wine with them. No, it was better than that. This one was only pure pleasure, and she felt nothing more than absolute bliss and delight.

Odette trembled and she felt herself fall on the floor. Her hand was still between her legs. Inside her pussy lips, her clitoris throbbed. The mouth of her vagina dripped with juicy, fresh cum. When Odette lifted her hand, it was filled with a clear, sticky white fluid. Odette didn’t know what it was, but later on she called it a “pee of pleasure”.

On the cold floor, tired, aching, and panting, Odette burst out in laughter. She felt high because of her newfound glory. This was also a discovery that answered all of her questions. Now she knew why men wanted to touch with her. Now she knew why women gathered at the town square to meet with other men. If boys and girls did this to each other behind the darkness of the night and in the secrecy of their brothel rooms, Odette now knew what the fuss was all about.

Covered with bits of sweat, Odette dipped herself into the tub and washed her body. She felt more protective of it. Now, Odette was well-aware of the fact that her body was a prize, a beautiful piece of gem, and she’d better take care of it, just like what her mother said. But before she got out of the tub, she did another round of “rubbing” until she reached a glorious “explosion”.

Odette was never the same young woman again. Her loss of innocence regarding the pleasures of the body caused her to act more graceful, feminine, and aware of the sexual advances other people made to her. Odette knew instantly when men secretly looked at her ass, or when they took a peek at her breasts.

She knew how to protect her body, but she also knew when to use it to her advantage. Odette learned how to tease men secretly, in ways more than one, which her father or mother couldn’t see. Without exactly whoring herself, she managed to get apples, fruits, and vegetables from men that she flirted with, using only her eyes or her dirty words.

Odette enjoyed her own company the best. Every night, before going to bed, she rubbed herself until she reached a satisfying explosion. She discovered other ways to rub herself. She used ice to make her fingers cold, and then she’d rub her fingers against her warm pussy. Odette had tried using a wet leather to stroke her “sweet pea” and rub herself into a screaming “explosion”.

With each day, Odette glowed, and her fully-developed womanhood became apparent as ripe apples. Her breasts swelled like sweet fruits on her chest, and she knew the right ways of carrying herself and swaying her hips as she walked. She soon became popular with the common folk, and Odette the Orphan Girl soon became Odette the Red Water Bachelorette.

Men started courting here, and these were simply not middle-aged farmers or drunkards who had outgrown their youth. Some of Odette’s suitors were actually men who acquired secondary education in one of the nearby cities. These men promised a good life for Odette, and her parents soon realized that their daughter may decide to marry sooner or later.

Bill and Maudette raised their daughter as a completely innocent child. As much as possible, they made sure that she knew nothing about sex. They never told her that her mother was a whore, and they never showed Odette the mating rituals of the farm animals. For them, it was supposed to protect Odette from getting drawn to the whoring profession. Uneducated and beautiful women, like Odette and her mother, tended to earn money as whores.

But if she was going to marry, Odette had to be educated in some things. Since she hardly finished elementary school, complicated matters such as sex and sexuality had not been taught to her. This was going to be the duty of her parents.

One morning, Odette’s father accompanied her to the stables. Bill asked Odette if some men were courting her, or giving her flowers and bread in exchange for an hour of small talk. With some hesitation, Odette confessed. Her father didn’t scold her, but he just said that there was something that Odette needed to know about men and women, especially if they were engaging in some sort of courtship.

Odette thought that she knew all about that. Didn’t men and women tease each other so that they could rub themselves together? So that men could touch a girl’s breasts?

“You are the mare, and our stallion is one of your suitors,” he motioned to the horses. They occupied the wide part of the stable where the horses were supposed to mate. It was a very wide space, almost like a piece of meadow.

Odette and her father hid behind a stack of hay. They watched as the two horses moved in circles and teased each other.

“Do you know what they’re doing, Odette?” her father asked.

Odette didn’t know what to say. She was afraid to expose her lack of innocence, but at the same time he didn’t want to look like an idiot. She was already an uneducated, country girl.

“They’re rubbing each other,” Odette said in a soft voice. She felt het surge between her legs, and she remembered the sensations “rubbing” was supposed to give her.

Her father nodded. “Yes, they are rubbing each other. But in human terms, they are courting. The stallion is checking out if he likes the mare,” he paused to look at Odette. She met his eyes with embarrassment and shame. He continued, “The mare does the same with the stallion. She’s checking him out. What you’ve been doing now with your suitors is most likely like this.”

Odette’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She couldn’t decide what her father was trying to arrive at. What was he trying to say? Was he shaming and scolding her by comparing her to a lowly farm horse?

“There’s nothing wrong with courtship, Odette,” he said when he noticed her dark expression. He chuckled a little. “As long as it’s poems and songs, or flowers and bread, there’s nothing wrong with knowing a man, my dear.”

Odette’s shoulders relaxed. But in front of her, the tension was growing between the two horses. The mare steadied and knelt down. Meanwhile, the male horse began to mount her.

“And this is what happens when they’re sure about each other,” he looked seriously at Odette. “A couple has sex. Their bodies unite. In human terms, you marry a man and he beds you on your wedding night. You lie together and mate.”

Odette realized that there was a lot more that she didn’t know. She eagerly opened her ears for her father’s words, while her innocent eyes stared at the steamy scene between the two horses. The stallion was now mounting and thrusting inside the mare’s cunt.

“Males have cocks or penises, and women have pussies, or vagina,” he explained. Odette knew about this, but her father added, “And they are shaped in certain ways because they are supposed to fit. A man’s cock fits inside a woman’s pussy. That’s how the mating goes, honey. That’s why we couple in males and females. Those who couple in wrong pairs will never beget a child.”

In front of them, the two horses whimpered and squealed to their union.

“Do you have questions to ask?” her father looked expectantly at her.

Odette gazed back at him. She was pink with embarrassment, but she asked anyway. “How does a man’s cock fit inside a woman’s pussy?”

Uncle Bill laughed at what his daughter said. He was proud and satisfied about her innocence. “That’s a man’s problem, Odette. Don’t bother yourself with it. What’s important now is that you don’t get a cock inside your pussy, if the cock-owner is not your husband,” he looked hard at Odette. “You don’t want to have a fatherless child, honey.”

Odette nodded. So that was the bottom line of today’s lecture. She felt disappointed. Odette thought that she would know something about pleasure, or at least get an explanation about her sex drives. Her father still expected that she might let a man get inside her pussy. He had hoped that she would be that stupid.

Her heart sank. Odette would admit that she didn’t know the science behind mating and having sex. Odette would admit that she was an uneducated country girl. But Odette would never agree that she was a stupid, ignorant, uneducated country girl. It was true that Red Water parish was a forgotten place and a deserted town where nobody could find a good fortune. But living there simply did not make her a stupid, young woman.

That night, she didn’t feel the urge to touch herself and pleasure her pussy. She decided to go outside, walk off to the surrounding woods, without telling her parents. Odette wore her beautiful red dress and put on a blue cloak. Her hair shone a pale gold underneath the silver moon. It was large and full above the sky. Odette remembered some of her suitors comparing her with the moon: it was bright, beautiful, and it gave light to the darkness. But then, the moon was also dumb, stupid, brainless, lonely, and had no company.

She passed a thick area of woods. Her thoughts wandered aimlessly while she listened to the sounds of her shoes crush the dry leaves below. At the end of the range, Odette discovered a surrounding meadow with trimmed, smooth grass. It stretched for several meters, and there was a shadow of a tree in the middle of it.

Odette felt wildly different as she crossed the area. The wind was sweet and minty to the lungs. There was an uplifting spirit that filled the atmosphere, and the feeling was almost euphoric. She had the urge to remove her shoes and walk along the meadow, barefoot.

The sensation of the grass beneath her feet heightened her senses. It was almost sexual, as if her clitoris had moved to the soles of her feet. When she reached the old tree, she realized that it was a rather strange-looking one. She had never seen it before.

It was tall, almost twice her height. It had thick, emerald leaves above, and they gleamed like green gems under the moon’s glow. She ran one of her hands across the large trunk. She found it to be surprisingly smooth, almost as if it had been polished. It also had two thick branches that grew from opposite sides, and they were curved in such a way that they resembled open arms. She chuckled for a while and decided to call it “The Hugging Tree”. Odette stood inside it, and the thick branches went around her shoulders like a strong man’s embrace.

The euphoria inside Odette’s chest was getting wilder and wilder. She felt a weird urge to come closer to the tree trunk and rub herself against it. Odette wanted to feel the smooth trunk against her fair skin. But when she stepped forward, with open arms, she felt somethin poke between her legs. Odette looked down and realized that she hadn’t noticed a third branch growing out from the trunk. It was thick but smooth, and it was shaped like a horse’s cock. It was about nine inches long. When she put one palm around it, she could hardly curl her fingers around it. It was angled just like a horse’s erect cock, or a man’s cock. Recalling what she had seen earlier today at the stable, Odette had a wild, naughty idea.

“You won’t get me pregnant right, tree?” She laughed. The cold wind started to blow and the leaves above rustled happily with her. She looked around to check if nobody was there. The last thing that Odette wanted to be accused of was being a shameful woman who raped a tree.

There was no one around. Odette stripped off her clothes. One by one, her garments fell to the grass. The wind blew stronger as her sexy body became more naked. When Odette was fully bare, the wind was already blowing so strong that her golden hair flew all around her.

She went inside the tree trunks arms. Odette put her arms all over the tree trunk, caressing it with her hands. She rubbed her breasts against the soft trunk, and her nipples hardened with the pleasurable sensation. Waves of pleasure began to crawl down her entire body. She nudged her clitoris using the tip of the cock-like branch, and then she rubbed its entire length between her legs. In no time, Odette was moaning and she was itching to reach an orgasm.

Then she remembered something about her lecture with her father. Cocks were supposed to fit inside a woman’s pussy. Odette had never tried putting something inside her vagina. She felt excited about the thought. How was it supposed to feel? Between her moist pussy lips, she could feel the cock-like branch push its tip inside. Odette decided to lower her hips so she could ride the cock-like branch.

As she slid herself down the thick branch, Odette could feel a sharp pain, like her pussy was being torn apart. It hurt like hell, but there was also a mix of pleasure involved with it. She moved around the thick branch, and her pussy tingled with sweet pleasure. It was a confusing, shaming, odd feeling, but her sex drives and lust were so intense.

She wanted to have an explosion while the branch was inside her pussy. The idea seemed exciting, and she was curious about how it might feel. She kept moving herself around the thick branch, until the pain between her legs was less now. Odette gently lowered herself down the thick branch, until her pussy walls stretched and were filled by the smooth branch.

She moaned and gasped. It was a mind-boggling, new kind of pleasure. Odette slowly picked up her speed and rhythm, and in to time she was riding the tree branch like a pro. Inside her, it was cool and hard, but the tree branch was soft enough to comfortably go in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, Oh yeah, yeah,” Her orgasm was nearing. The tip of the branch touched a sweet spot inside her vagina, and she kept on riding and riding it, in the hopes of making that sweet spot explode. Odette rubbed herself against the tree trunk and smashed her clitoris against the wood. She rocked hard, and the wind blew even stronger. After several pumps and riding the tree branch with more speed, Odette’s body tensed and she gasped into an orgasm.

It was a sweet, little orgasm, but it was definitely new to her. Odette sighed deeply and caught her breath. She rubbed her cheek against the tree.

“That was a nice one, tree,” she said in a breathy voice. “I enjoyed having sex with you, thanks.”

As her pleasures subsided, the wind also stopped. Odette moved away from the tree, gently pulling the branch from her dripping wet pussy, and picked up her clothes. She wore her garments one by one, still looking around for anyone who might be watching her.

Odette walked away from the tree, pausing sometimes to look back at it. The emerald leaves gleamed, and the trunk was strong and proud beneath the moonlight. She felt a piece of her heart grow sad as she walked back to the thick woods, away from the tree.

Odette woke up late the next day. The first thing on her mind was the tree that she discovered last night. Odette wanted to go back there, as soon as possible, but she didn’t want her parents to catch her. She’d be caught dead when her parents found out that a huge tree in the middle of a meadow took her virginity.

She tried her best to act normally throughout the day. Odette helped her mother cooked, and she helped her father feed the animals. When the sun started to set down, Odette got more excited. She was going to go back to her tree, when the sun had set and her parents were asleep.

She decided to wear perfume for tonight’s occasion. Odette wore one of her beautiful dresses, and protected herself from the cold using a heavy cloak. She passed the thick forest, walking the same route that she had taken last night. Odette was full of hope, but she was also nervous about the possibility that her tree had disappeared. She made her steps extra fast. Her heart beat wildly inside her chest.

After passing the last rows of trees, Odette was relieved at the sight of the same meadow and her huge tree proudly standing in the middle of it. The breeze was cool, almost chilly, but tingling to the touch. Odette took off her shoes and ran barefoot towards her tree. As she approached it, she was once again enveloped with a deep sense of happiness and euphoria. The emerald leaves of the tree rustled and gleamed in the pale dark.

Odette stood in front of the tree and made her most elegant bow. “My Sir Tree,” she said, “I truly enjoyed your company last night. Would you let me ride you again tonight?” She asked at the tree, and she almost laughed at herself for the futility and the stupidity of her small role play. Odette’s laugh was like the sound of a hundred tiny bells, and the wind blew strong once again to shake tree’s the beautiful leaves.

When nobody was in sight, Odette began to strip herself. She neatly folded her clothes beside the tree. She touched the tree trunk gently, as if re-orienting herself to it. Odette noticed that it had gone warmer compared to last night. Her beautiful brown eyes widened in surprise. It was still smooth to the touch, and she enjoyed stroking the tree trunk. Doing this alone aroused her, and soon enough she was ready to fuck it again.

Odette stepped inside the tree’s embrace. She positioned the cock-like branch between her legs. She was already wet, but she was even more aroused when her palms grabbed the cock-branch. It had become smoother and warmer compared to last night. She was more curious now to put it inside her and feel the hard branch inside her pussy.

“Ahh, Ahh!” Odette moaned aloud each time she pushed herself against the tree. Her skin was flush with heat, and she could feel her tree share the same passion with her. She felt like the tree was becoming hers. The sensation inside her pussy felt even better, too, because the tree branch wasn’t as cold and hard. Odette enjoyed riding the tree and slamming her pussy against it. She experienced an absolute pleasure and satisfaction while having sex with the tree. Her satisfied moans echoed throughout the meadow, and deep inside her pussy, and orgasm began to explode.

“I’m coming, oh, oh!” She gripped the trunk very hard, and her hips slammed against the tree trunk. Odette closed her eyes tight, and her pussy walls clenched the tree branch inside her. It was a sharp tingle of pleasure, and her mouth opened wide to release her cries. Odette’s toes curled and she made a strained grunt. Waves of pleasure shuddered all over her body, shaking her and making her crumble like an avalanche.

When Odette was done, she was already panting. Every inch of her skin was filled with bits of perspiration. Her mouth curved into a devilish grin. She was also feeling a little light-headed, and aftershocks of orgasm popped inside her vagina walls.

“Oh my god,” she said to the tree, “It’s either I’m getting better at sex, or you are simply getting yummier, tree,” she said once again to her inanimate partner. Odette realized the stupidity of her question, and then she laughed like a drunkard. She chuckled sensuously with her tired body. The cool wind kissed her skin as she hugged her tree.

Odette went home when it was finally midnight, and she bid her bittersweet goodbyes to the tree. She felt lonelier whenever she had to come home, but Odette couldn’t risk exposing her sexual relations with her tree.

Every night, Odette visited her tree. It wasn’t simply desire or lust; there was a need that ached inside her. Whenever she woke up in the morning, the first thing in her mind was her tree. Odette was filled with an empty feeling while waiting for the sun to set. Odette’s suitors and friends also noticed that Odette flirted less. She didn’t desire to be in the company of other people, unlike before. Little did they know: Odette was in love with a tree.

For each time that Odette made love to the tree, it grew smoother and warmer. The emerald leaves above also became more beautiful and full of glow. More importantly, the thick branch that she frequently rode became flexible inside her pussy. This allowed Odette to make more movements. The warmer sensations inside her pussy made her orgasms even better and more powerful. It was getting better every time, and Odette could feel that she was getting closer to the ultimate cloud 9.

When Odette came up from bed the following day, she was surprised to see a guest sharing lunch with her parents. It was an old farmer that she didn’t recognize. He was almost as old as her Uncle Bill, but this farmer had a few missing teeth and he looked more like a kicked, stray dog.

“Odette, meet your Uncle Todd. We used to work in the same farm.” Her father mentioned her to join the three of them in the table.

Odette followed. She started eating the food Maudette had prepared for her. She couldn’t help but notice that Todd was looking maliciously at her. His eyes kept on looking the direction of her large breasts. Odette was irritated.

“You have a lovely child, Maudette and Bill,” Todd complimented.

Maudette beamed. The old woman smiled properly. “She was just raised properly.”

Todd made a look of disbelief on his face. “Is it? I keep seeing a woman with blonde hair go out the woods at night,” he gave Odette a knowing look. She looked back at him with a grim expression. “Could your Odette be a midnight rambler, Bill?”

The old man shook his head. “Odette doesn’t go out at night, Todd. She barely goes out of the house during the day,” he said defensively. He sipped his coffee. “And besides, my daughter ain’t the only blonde maiden around. There’s Caitlyn, and Tanya, and Marissa, and—”

 “Yeah, Red Water’s got a lot of blondes, Bill,” the old farmer interrupted with a humorless chuckle. “But this blonde I kept seeing take the woods near your–”

“Would you like some apple pie?” Odette interrupted, extremely irritated at the conversation.

“Oh, yes! You’re such a darling, Odette,” Maudette beamed, and then she blabbered for on and on about how well Odette baked apple pies.

Her mother’s musings were enough to drown the conversation about her escapades, but Odette was still irritated deep inside. She didn’t like Todd. Truth be told, she hated him. She wanted him to stop meddling with her life.

While waiting for the sun to set, Odette knew that it would be dangerous if she slipped out of the night later. Todd was staying for the night, since he was going to watch the pigs at the barn. He might catch her and tell everything to her parents. The idea gave a horrible ache to Odette. She couldn’t spend a night not seeing her tree. The idea was sickening.

She tried her best to sleep early, but Odette kept waking up. She dreamed horrible things about her tree. Worst of all, she was physically aching. Her cunt was drooling between her legs, feeling itchy and uncomfortable. It was begging to get fucked. Odette tried rubbing herself but couldn’t bring herself to satisfaction. It was frustrating. Her body ached to feel the warm and smooth tree branch inside her.

Despite what her wisdom tells her, Odette followed the desires of her flesh and sped away into the night.

Her heart violently drummed inside her chest, while her legs run briskly across the woods. Odette kept looking behind her, but there was no Todd in sight. Still, she felt like someone was following her. It was a terrible, frightening idea, but she hurried on.

The sight of her tree’s meadow was a sanctuary. Odette carried her shoes with one hand and sped against the wind. Her tired legs run across the meadow until she was standing beside her tree. The wind was blowing very strong, as if a storm was approaching. The leaves of her tree rattled, as if it had been aching like her.

“Oh, I’m sorry I was late,” Odette apologized while she hurriedly stripped off her clothes. “I missed you, my tree!” Like an excited child she wrapped her arms around it. She almost cried and whimpered, now that the ache inside her chest was finally released. Her tree was so smooth and warm now, it felt like it was breathing with life. Odette could already close her eyes and imagine that she was hugging a man. They shared the same heat.

Her hair was flying all around her, and Odette didn’t waste a second to start fucking with her tree. Her cunt was already dripping wet and slippery, since she had been drooling with desire even earlier. She felt like she had the biggest load of desire and tension waiting to explode from her body. The wind around her was blowing wild and crazy, sharing the wild animalistic impulses inside her.

Odette fixed herself against one side of the trunk. She hugged the tree and wrapped one leg around it. The cock-like branch perfectly aimed at her juicy cunt, and in one thrust, it was inside her. Odette cried softly and her face twisted in pleasure as she slid the 9-inch tree branch into her eager cunt. Her nails clawed the other side of the tree trunk. She bit her lips as she steadied herself around the cock-branch and started riding it.

“Oh my god! Oh, fuck me!” Odette exclaimed at the delightful feeling. She couldn’t believe that sex could be this much blissful. The large, thick cock filled her walls and expanded her. She banged herself against it, and her large breasts swung against the tree trunk. She could feel every inch of the branch inside her, and the friction between them caused a sweet build up of sharp sensations. Her cock-branch was so long, firm and flexible, and it stimulated every sweet spot in her vagina. It was so warm inside her, and it almost felt like real human flesh.

Odette was whimpering with every stroke, and the tremendous feeling of pleasure inside her cunt was beyond amazing. She wanted to tear apart her cunt using the tree. Damn, she wanted to fuck real hard! Throughout the meadow, Odette’s cries of pleasure echoed. She was no longer aware of her surroundings. All she cared about was fucking, and enjoying the sensation of the cock-branch ravaging her vagina walls.

Behind her, Odette hardly noticed someone move. But all throughout her tree-riding adventure, Todd had secretly been watching her. He was filled with lust and desire for Odette. Now, he was seeing her fully naked, butt exposed and shaking, as she was getting fucked hard in the pussy.

Todd could hardly believe that Odette fucked a tree every night, but he found it amazingly erotic. His ears were filled with the sound of Odette’s cries. She really sounded like she was enjoying fun while riding the tree branches.

He couldn’t control himself any longer. Todd somehow respected Odette for being his friend’s daughter, but his hard cock never said no to any slut. Right in front of him now was a completely dirty slut, stripped naked and fucking an inanimate tree. For Todd, there was just nothing sluttier than a woman who could do this. His cock struggled to get free from his pants.

Todd walked over the whimpering and delirious Odette. Without warning, he reached over to her breasts and squeezed her tense nipples. Odette hardly noticed him, and she stayed busy riding the tree branch. But feeling his hands squeeze her breasts added pleasure to what she was doing. Odette moaned even louder, and this caused Todd to become more aroused.

They both made sexy sounds as Todd grabbed and massaged Odette’s large and firm breasts. He was drooling in enjoyment, for he had never touched breasts as beautiful as Odette’s before. Todd looked down at her ripe body, and marveled at the sight of her rounded hips and tiny waist. Her flesh quivered as Odette slammed her body hard against the tree. Her butt was widely opened as she wrapped one leg around the tree trunk. Todd could see her asshole well exposed.

Todd didn’t bother waste his time in admiring Odette’s gorgeous body. With haste, he unzipped his pants and released his old, hard dick. It was hot and large inside his palm. The perverted farmer grabbed one of Odette’s butt cheeks then aimed his cock into Odette’s asshole. The tip of his cock was already wet with precum. Odette’s cunt had been overflowing with juices, lubricating her tight asshole, too.

The farmer made one swift push, shoving his fat dick inside Odette’s tight asshole. He made a loud “Oh!” as his length filled the young woman’s ass.

Odette’s eyes flew open at the painful sensation around her asshole. She screamed in pain, but she didn’t stop fucking her tree. Her most intense orgasm was coming near, and the pleasures inside her pussy were enough to numb the pain in her asshole. The farmer started moving inside Odette’s ass, shoving his dick in and out of her length. Together, they rocked against the tree. They both made cries of pleasure.

After several deep pumps, the farmer was already nearing his orgasm. He grabbed Odette’s ass tight and slapped it with his palm. Odette was also beginning to feel pleasure from her asshole, and the sensation of her two holes getting fucked was getting too much to bear. Her face twisted in tormented pleasure, and bits of perspiration fell down her chin. She was gripping the tree trunk very hard, and it was still so warm and smooth. Odette had to get off, or else she’d get crazy because of the pleasure.

Then suddenly, a heavy tree branch fell from above. It fell down the head of the farmer, knocking his unconscious before he made the final thrust that led to his orgasm. Odette felt his fat cock slid off her asshole, and with one hard slam against the tree trunk, her body exploded.

Odette howled like a laboring animal, and her legs tightened even more around the tree. She clawed the other side of the tree branch like a wild, crazy cat. She squirted with her own cum, and the pleasure between her legs was so intense, that she almost peed herself. Odette howled and screamed, throwing her head back and slamming her vagina even harder around the cock-branch. The pleasure was so intense, she felt like she was levitating. The wind blew stronger than ever, and Odette slowly lost her balance.

Odette was half-conscious after a mind-shattering, earth-exploding orgasm, but she struggled to hug the tree and bring her body close to it. As she regained her balance and wrapped her arms around it, she felt the tree becoming more slender, warmer, and shapely. It was also so smooth, almost as smooth as the texture of human skin.

She pressed her cheek against the body of the tree. It was comfortable, almost heavenly. Then Odette felt someone caress her shoulders and bring her closer.

Odette’s eyes closed into a slumber.

Dawn was already approaching when Odette woke up. She was in the middle of the meadow, naked. The first thing that came into her sight was a very handsome face, looking down at her.  She had never seen him before, but when she touched his face, she felt something familiar. The stranger smiled at her.

Odette struggled to get up and fully open her eyes.

“Where’s…Where’s my tree?” In the past two weeks, Odette had been used to thinking about her tree every time she woke up. As she rubbed her sleepy eyes, the events of last night refreshed on her memory. Then she remembered the farmer Todd…

Odette looked around, searching for the tree and their neighbor, but they were not in sight. She gasped in horror and her face paled, but she was alone in the middle of the meadow. When she turned behind her, she saw once again the handsome man. He was fully naked like her, but he was smiling warmly at her.

Without preamble, the handsome man leaned forward and kissed Odette. She found it strange, but his touch was irresistible to her. Their kiss was passionate and deep, as if they were two lovers who had always known each other. When Odette’s hand touched his smooth chest, she was surprised at the resemblance of its texture to her tree.

Odette pulled away. Her brown eyes gleamed with questions and begged for explanations. But before she could speak, the handsome man cradled her into his arms. Odette quickly eased into his embrace.

“You saved me, my lady,” he said with a thick accent. “You had freed me from my curse, and now I devote my life to you,” he kissed her hand. “May I have my lover’s name?”

Odette looked deeply into his eyes, and he stared back at her with passion and sincerity. Her cheeks flushed. “I’m Odette. Who are you? Can you explain everything to me?” She said gently.

He kissed her sweet mouth. “Lady Odette, I am Lord Edward, from the house of Waldo, at your service,” he stroked Odette’s face while he told her his centuries-old old story. “Hundreds of years ago, I was cursed by a witch. She badly desired me, but I resisted her charms and love potions. Out of despair, she turned me into a tree.”

Odette saw the sadness in Edward’s emerald green eyes. For centuries, he existed as a lonely tree. She lovingly touched his face.

“The spell would remain until I shared ultimate pleasure with a beautiful woman,” he kissed her mouth sweetly. “It was you who saved me, my Lady Odette. You offered yourself completely to me, and you yielded to your desire. You found your most extreme pleasure and you shared it with me.”

Edward was full of love and passion for Odette. His emerald green eyes looked lovingly into her dark eyes. Their golden hair shone against the light of the sunrise.

She felt the same about him. Odette’s heart squirmed inside her chest, and she knew deep inside that he loved this man, even when he was just a tree. She kissed his warm mouth.

“Will you stay with me, Edward?” Odette asked. She held his hands. “I couldn’t imagine a life without you, tree or not.”

They both chuckled lovingly at each other. Odette searched for her clothes on the meadow. She gave her blue cloak to Edward to cover his glorious nakedness. The couple walked away from the meadow and went through the thick woods.

On the way home, Odette noticed an old, crippled tree. It had a small, withered branch protruding like a little cock. At first she was amazed, but after a while Odette ignored it in disgust. While she walked arm in arm with her dashing and debonair Edward, Odette couldn’t help but ponder the crippled tree’s sad fate. No woman might ever want to experience its tiny branch, not maybe in two thousand years.

An erotic, moral guidance from pastor

The Lochlan family visits Renard Parish to meet their famous pastor. According to the townsfolk, this pastor can make miracles in people’s lives and change their entire being. Jamison Lochlan, a single father of three sisters, consults the pastor and asks him to give a moral and spiritual advice to his daughters. When the daughters get their sermon from the pastor, their lives are changed when they get a taste of his erotic, life-changing secrets.

        For people in Renard Parish, Sunday was the day when they all take a break from their busy lives and go to church. To say that people from this parish were simply religious is an understatement. They were almost obsessed with their religion, clutching to their bibles and relic like they cared for food. They gave a good percent of their earnings to the support of their church and their local pastor. To them, their pastor was like Jesus himself, a messiah that could cure people from their despair and give new hope to them. Such was the reputation of Pastor Miguel.

        His past wasn’t a certain story. Miguel wasn’t a native of Renard, and he only came to the parish when he was 18 years old. Some old women say that Miguel was an orphan and was only adopted by a good, old maid from the town. She gave him butter and bread and a small bed to sit in, and in return he read the bible to her every night.

        Miguel was considered holy when he managed to turn the old maid into a happy woman. She used to be very lonely and grumpy to everyone in the whole town. But when Miguel came to her life, she would make free pumpkin pies and give them to everyone for free. And she would also say that young Miguel had changed her life. When the old maid died, she gave all of her possessions and share of land to Miguel. Miguel used them properly and spent it well. He was in kind business with everyone, since he had a charming personality and incredible charisma. Soon he became a merchant and he owned more than half of Renard parish. When his wealth couldn’t expand anymore, he decided to take the profession of pastor and own the entire Renard parish.

        But this was just one version of the story, mind you. And it was the cleanest, so far. Although everyone in Renard loved Miguel and called him a messiah or a life changer, some people spread stories behind him. According to this folk, Miguel actually became the old maid’s lover when he came to this parish. Miguel was incredible in bed, and he fucked the old woman like she has never been fucked before. Miguel used his exceptional sex skills to lure traders and merchants to go on a business venture with him. This was why he became popular and powerful in Renard – it was his huge cock and extremely rare sex skills that gave him the leverage.

        Pastor’s story has been around for more than 20 years now, hence the so many changes and alterations to the bones of it. He came to Renard when he was a supple boy of 18, but now he was approaching his forties. The pastor now has a very fatherly figure, with several lines on his face, a receding hairline, and a few gray strands of hair every now and then. His smooth olive skin is now starting to crumple, but his eyes remained a beautiful hazel color. Pastor Miguel cannot really be considered the “hot” type. His body was just plain and average, since he couldn’t bother to work out. His high cheek bones badly need more flesh. But when Pastor Miguel smiled and spoke in his beatific voice, everyone couldn’t help but listen and be under his influence. The people cried and sobbed during his sermons, and claimed that Pastor Miguel has more than once changed their lives. Whores confessed this, and womanizing husbands also did.

        So when news about this incredible pastor reached the ears of Jamison Lochlan, he quickly arranged a trip to the small Renard Parish. Jamison was a stern and bitter man in his 40’s, having lost his wife while giving birth to his youngest daughter. He wanted to protect his daughters, but since he worked faraway and traveled most of the time, he hadn’t been able to keep an eye of his lovely daughters.

        The eldest among them was Cindy, who was 21 years old. Like all her sisters, she had chocolate brown hair and blue eyes. Cindy had a rare beauty, one that always made men glance her way when she passes the street. But as she was beautiful, she was also strange. Cindy loved to collect old antiques and she wore her hair in complicated braids that made her look like a witch, and the worst. But her collections of antiques also include vibrators and bizarre sex toys that folk couldn’t imagine. Her body was so thin and fragile, almost anorexic. Her cheekbones were high and made her face look stony. Her father has accused her of using drugs, hence her very slim figure and weird attitudes. When she came to Renard parish, Cindy wore a black veil and a red flowing dress.

        Her other two sisters were Shania and Tyria. Shania was eighteen years old, and Tyria was sixteen. They were not weird and awkward like Cindy. The two sisters were more like regular teenagers. They drank alcohol, they smoked, and they loved the company of men. As a matter of fact, they seemed to love it too much. Shania and Tyria would come to night clubs almost every night, and it was a gossip that they do not wear any underwear at all. Tyria’s tits would tense beneath her thin shirts, making her more attractive and striking than the regular pole dancers at the club. Shania was quite an exhibitionist. Shania didn’t wear underwear, and she loved to wear skirts. Needless to say she always kept her legs apart and would frequently bend forward. Men claimed that Shania’s young ass was round and completely tender, and they would pay anything just to fuck her from behind.

        Of course, Tyria and Shania came for free. They were notorious sisters, sluts, but not whore because they don’t ask for payment. All you have to do is to glance their way, go to their table, and buy them drinks. The girls know this ritual. And you can fuck them all you want throughout the night. Tyria and Shania often came with Cindy when their oldest sister wasn’t busy fucking herself at home. Cindy supplied them with sex toys, aphrodisiacs, sensual creams to avoid being sore, and of course, birth control. Cindy was also a rare meat in bed. Men said that sex with her was fantastic, unforgettable, and it almost drove them mad.

        So one summer, when the girls were off from their schooling, Jamison Lochlan rented an apartment in Renard Parish where he could arrange a meeting with his daughters and pastor Miguel. Given the condition of the girls and their promiscuity, Jamison’s only hope was the miracle that Pastor Miguel could bring. Jamison hoped that Miguel’s sermons could convince the girls to live a “cleaner” life and just stay at home and wait until a proper man can tie them to marriage.

        So one Sunday, the Lochlan girls and their father sat in the front row of Renard’s small church. Everyone from the town was there, and because everybody knew everyone, the Lochlan family got the attention and the murmurs of everyone. They paid special attention to the strange and mysterious Cindy Lochlan, who wore a black veil and a red dress. The men couldn’t get their stares off Shania and Tyria who wore white dresses that exposed a scandalous amount of cleavage and piece of butt cheeks. When they say faint outlines of the girls’ tits and butt crack from their tiny dresses, the men muttered prayers to sedate their guilt and the bulging erection inside their pants.

        When everyone was already present in the church’s main hall, Pastor Miguel came from the side doors of the church. He walked to a pedestal where he could be seen by hundreds of eyes. Jamison Lochlan was truly impressed at the sight of him. He looked old, fatherly, and extremely influential among the people. Cindy Lochlan stared at Pastor Miguel through her black veil, and attraction and desire burned in her eyes. She liked the lines that crossed the pastor’s face, and she liked the hazel color of his eyes. Shania and Tyria Lochlan giggled silently, thinking about the barren sex life this old and religious guy probably had.

        “Good morning everyone,” the pastor said. His voice was gentle but it hard a firm tone in it. “Today we celebrate yet another Sunday, filled with the grace of our Lord, and the triumph of our parish,” he looked around the room, scanning the familiar face of men and women, girls and boys. Then his eyes stopped at the first row of the crowd where the Lochlan family sat. He didn’t stare too long at them, but something inside him burned and ached when he saw the lovely Shania and Tyria. Their cleavage was drawn clearly inside their chest, and it was inviting to the sight. Inside his chest was a gentle flame that sprung when he saw Cindy intently staring at him.

        “Today we are grateful for sharing a glorious time with all the generous people in our beloved parish…” his sermon went on with all its usual stories and lectures. That day, he talked about the usual things: gratefulness, faith, gratitude, and desire. It was rare that the pastor talked about this very carnal thing, but he chose his words very well.

        “Why do you think did the Lord Almighty create desire? Was it just to ease the union of man and woman?” he paused for a second, and scanned every eye in the room. Then he glanced at the direction of Shania and Tyria, who were intently listening to him, curious about his next words. And then there was Cindy, who looked at him with her almost gaped open at the incredible words she had been hearing from him.

        “There are good desires, and there are bad desires,” the pastor mused with a gentle smile on his lips. “The good desires were created by the lord so we could marvel at the glory of his creation. We have good desires so that we would have the urge to feel and taste what he has created for us.” Passionate eyes filled the room, as they thought of the holy things the pastor was talking about. They thought about their husbands, wives, and the glory of the natural phenomenon between them such as matrimonial sex.

        But Cindy and her sisters thought of something else. Cindy thought about natural aphrodisiacs and herbs that enhanced sexual skills. She also thought about various herbal drugs and natural dildos. Shania and Tyria thought about hot men and their cocks, simply.

        “And what are bad desires?” the pastor continued on. “The bad desires are those that we keep on suppressing, because we know that these things are bad. This includes fighting with your neighbor or stealing money in the bank.” He looked around the room again, letting the heavy silence fall among the crowd. “But if you mix good desires with bad desire, you are calling forth yourself the fury of the Lord!” his voice thundered. “For who are you to resist the good desires that he created? Who are you to fight the urge to celebrate god’s creations and glory for us?”

        Cindy’s eyes were now almost welling up with tears, because of the inspirational words that he was hearing from the pastor. Shania and Tyria were simply dumb-struck. They thought of the pastor as a terribly good speaker and performer.

        “Hallelujah everyone!” the pastor thundered at the top of his lungs, and the chorus of the crowd followed. Cindy could only whisper “Hallelujah” at the back of her throat, because she was already overwhelmed by the pastor’s messages. The entire folk from Renard parish hugged each other and shook hands to mark the end of their worship service. By the exit door, there was a box for donations, and when the last of the crowd passed through it, the box was full of paper currency and coins.

        Jamison Lochlan approached Pastor Miguel before he went out of the church. His daughters stayed at the pews. Cindy was wiping off some tears from her eyes, while Shania and Tyria were discussing about taverns and bars that they have passed through by the road.

        “Pastor Miguel!” Jamison called to him. The pastor quickly turned and greeted him with a smile, as if he had been expecting Jamison to come to him all along. “My name is Jamison and I’m a visitor to your parish. I have with me my three lovely daughters, Cindy, Shania and Tyria.” He motioned for them to come.

        The three girls got up from their seats and walked towards the pastor and their father. Cindy walked with a smooth, fluid grace, while Shania and Tyria walked with swaying hips and bouncing boobs. They smiled savagely at the pastor, trying to seduce him subtly.

        Pastor Miguel kept his eyes in level with the girl’s faces. Of course, he couldn’t flirt back while in the presence of the girls’ father.

        “Hello pastor,” Cindy said. She also lifted up her veil to reveal her stony, pale face. She painted her lips a very dark red, which stood up from her face. She looked like a Dracula mistress. “I haven’t heard such enlightening message in a long time now,” her blue eyes glittered at him.

        The pastor returned an earnest smile. “It is my gratitude to satisfy your soul’s appetite,” he said. He gazed lovingly at Cindy, and Cindy gazed back at him with the same intensity. There was a tension between them that nobody but Cindy and Pastor Miguel could feel.

        Jamison said, “Yes, pastor. We have heard that you can do miracles in people’s lives,” he said sheepishly, trying to stay courteous.

        Pastor Miguel turned to him, smiling generously. “People make their own miracles in their own lives,” he said, flattered. “I am merely their guide to making things right,” he glanced at Cindy again, whose eyes sparkled as she hard wise words from him again. Shania and Tyria kept themselves silent, and they stifled an upcoming yawn from their mouths.

        Jamison chose his words carefully. “My girls are in a particular stage of their lives that is rather, confusing,” he said, then looked at each of his daughters. He sighed. “I am not an expert when it comes to talking with my children, since I am always far away and could only support them financially.” There was trouble, regret, and a pinch of sadness in his voice. Anyway, Jamison kept his chin up to avoid the embarrassment of being a failed parent. “So I suppose, in our short stay here in Renard, you could perhaps be my children’s moral guide?”

        Pastor’s Miguel’s eyes brightened. “Of course, Jamison. It would be my pleasure to escort these girls to their enlightenment,” he smiled at them one by one. “Cindy, Shania, and Tyria,” he repeated. “You can treat me as your second father while you are here in Renard. I will teach you a lot of things, and I may invite you to my house as we read the bible and pray together.” He smiled at them.

        Tyria and Shania knew the smile of a man who is hiding lust deep inside him. Pastor Miguel is such. Although he has practiced the art of keeping an earnest face to show to his audience, he was still a man that couldn’t resist the sight of their bouncy asses and deep cleavages. Pastor Miguel was not numb to the desires of the flesh – that was for sure. Shania and Tyria only wondered how intense his desires could go. Cindy, on the other hand, could only stare at him with admiration and awe.

        The pastor turned to Jamison. “Now that you are here in Renard, such a small parish, you should develop trust among the people and also among yourselves. Tonight, you can let the girls go on their own, Jamison. They seem trustworthy to me, and explorations are better done only with the guidance of the lord and the holy temperament that he has bestowed upon us.”

        This deal was fair both to Jamison and the girls, since Jamison himself was going to be busy at night. He had clients to contact, papers to finish, and many accounts to settle. For most of the days in Renard, he might be leaving the girls on their own. After all, it was the girls’ summer vacation, not his.

        So for their first night in Renard, Shania, Tyria, and Cindy were free to spend the night alone. Cindy came with Shania and Tyria, since she was eager to eavesdrop some facts about Pastor Miguel and maybe talk to some townsfolk about him. She brought with her a gel of mint contraceptives, upon Shania’s request. Of course, Shania and Tyria were thinking about getting laid tonight, wherever that might be. Cindy tied her hair into intricate braids and spun them into a neat bun. She wore a black long-sleeved dress that bared a large portion of her smooth back. Still wearing the same dark red lipstick, Cindy looked like a sexy but neat witch.

The two slutty sisters wore tube tops that exposed their cleavages and bared their backs except for some ribbons of strings. Shania wore a flowing free skirt, while Tyria wore a pair of rugged and torn shorts, which exposed a portion of her butt as she walked. Both Shania and Tyria let their long hair flow loose that night. They also carried with them some knitted shawl, in case the night may get filled with chilly breeze.

The three sisters walked all over the town, looking for cheap taverns to sit in. But Renard parish was just small, and the religious people didn’t take the establishment of brothels and taverns so seriously. So there was just one tavern all throughout Renard, and it was called “Smoke’s”. It wasn’t filled with music, but only the chatters and murmurs of the people filled the place. The volume even turned lower when the three sisters entered the establishment. Every eye glanced at their way, trying to decide which was more worthy to stare at: was it Shania’s silky long legs? Tyria’s half-exposed butt? Or Cindy’s strange black gown?

When Shania grinned at the entire room, partly to mock them, the buzzes resumed and most of the folk left them alone. The trio easily came about with a seat at the far end of the tavern. A servant girl who didn’t care about half the world took their orders, and the girls made a sigh of relief that for once, someone in this small but strange town ignored their mystery and strong presence.

But only after about five minutes of being left alone, two boys bravely joined their table. The girls looked up to see that they were just about their age. The boys were not nearly handsome, plus they already reeked of beer. They were half-drunk, and it’s a sure fact that they had been drinking since early afternoon. One boy grinned wide at Shania, obviously he was smitten by her pretty face and generous chest. Shania smiled back. One average guy was better than none, after all.

“Hey ladies, my name is Josh and this is Dylan,” Josh took a seat beside Shania, and both of them shared introductory grins.

“My name is Shania, and these are my sisters, Tyria and Cindy.” She motioned at each of them. “You have a really nice town, and a good tavern, which is homey and warm-looking.”

Cindy rolled her eyes at what Shania had said when she described the tavern. It was rusty, old, and even dirty to some extent. The walls and floors were all unpolished wood, the lighting was poor, and it was crowded with sweaty people with uninteresting conversations. “And you also have an enlightening Pastor, on top of all these,” Cindy added.

Dylan laughed, a little too loudly. “Ah yeah, we saw you today at the church. No wonder why Pastor Miguel made quite a show.” Dylan gulped some beer. “Usually, he talks about being grateful and loving to family members. Our old pastor ain’t got no family, you know.”

Cindy’s eyes sparkled at the piece of information.

“Well, let’s talk about ourselves,” Shania said as she nonchalantly pulled Josh’s hand and rubbed it along her thigh. She spread her legs a bit and winked at Josh when he looked at her. Shania’s eyes said, “Go on.” Josh took the cue and let his palms run through her soft skin.

He servant girl came in with their drinks. Dylan and Josh ordered another round of beers.

“We’re here for a summer vacation,” Young Tyria said. “And our father is asking Pastor Miguel to be our moral guidance.”

“That is cool,” Josh said as he stroked the inside of Shania’s thigh. He touched her with firm intensity and long strokes. His fingers moved through the length of her thigh, and then it stopped between Shania’s legs. Josh felt something warm, and moist, with a few stubbles of hair. His fingers froze for a second. He looked at Shania who only returned his glance with a smile.

Hot chick doesn’t even have panties, Josh thought inside his head. A corner of his mouth twitched into a grin. Then, some savage hunger and curiosity kicked at the back of his mind, causing the tips of his fingers go up and down the folds of Shania’s moist pussy. He petted her soft, smooth cunt.

Shania didn’t act as if someone was just playing with her vagina, underneath the table. In fact she smoothly conversed with Dylan about her studies and favorite music. His served as a challenge to Josh, and he wanted to make Shania the least distracted by his fingers.

He moved the tips of his fingers up and down the slit of her cunt, and then he inserted the tips of two of his fingers inside her. He kept looking at Shania’s face, which was still smooth and calm as she talked to her sisters. Josh wriggled two of his fingers inside her cunt, but Shania’s only reflex was spreading her legs even wider. Josh was starting to feel his erection, wondering what it would be like to be inside this warm, smooth pussy. So he wriggled his fingers inside her even wilder, then pressed his palm against her clitoris.

This caught a reaction from Shania. When she felt her clitoris rub against his palm, her hips raised a little from the stool and one of her hands gripped Josh’s arm. There was a satisfied, devilish smile that played along Josh’s lips. He crushed his palm even harder on Shania’s wet clitoris.

She gripped his arm with more strength. The blur in Shania’s eyes signaled Josh that she was in fact enjoying what he was doing to her cunt. For a minute, Shania kept silent and didn’t talk, as she was enjoying what Josh was doing to her. She made a little gasp to vent out the extreme sensation, then said, “Guys, can you excuse me for a moment? I could use the bathroom.”

Shania smile sweetly at her crowd and stood up. Josh quickly retrieved his hand from between her legs. His fingers were very wet and full of the juices from Shania’s sweet pussy.

“Can anyone tell me where the bathroom is?”

“I’ll show you,” Josh said, just before Dylan could’ve volunteered. Of course, he earned this moment to have sex with Shania. He was the one who aroused her, anyway.

“Let’s go,” Shania said, but then she turned to Cindy who looked at her with stony eyes. Her older sister was silently mocking her. Poor choice, Cindy’s eyes said to her younger sister.

“Cindy, can I have some of your tissues?” she asked casually. Of course, Shania wasn’t asking for tissues.

Nevertheless, Cindy reached for her purse and pulled out a small pouch, which had a tissue label imprinted on it. She handed it to Shania across the table.

“Thanks sis,” Shania smiled at her sister and turned away. Cindy only nodded at her sister, her face void of any emotion. She sipped her drink. When she glanced at Tyria, her sister looked like a puppy that was deprived of a toy. She could tell that Tyria also liked Josh, and had wanted to share the boy with her sister.

Meanwhile, Shania and Josh walked to the back of the tavern. It was poorly-lit and almost pitch dark. The breeze was cool. There was a small door that led to a cramped cubicle. The walls were yellow and stained with some puke. Generally, it was dirty and there was a mild stink.

Shania had fucked in dirtier places, so she was already used to this. Josh closed the door behind them then he looked at Shania. The girl smiled confidently at him while Josh gave a nervous smirk. He inhaled a deep breath, which might have been awful because of the stink of the room.

“Hey, so, here we are,” He smiled at her, trying to ease off his nervousness. His eyes went down to Shania’s body, massaged the sight of her tits tense against the soft fabric of her shirt. But his eyes lingered between her legs.

Shania giggled. “Wanna see?” she didn’t wait for Josh to answer. She just pulled her skirt up and showed to him her lovely pussy. It was pink, lovely and neatly folded. A small clitoris swelled at the top of the folds.

“Oh my gosh,” Josh said, as he pulled closer to Shania. He reached between her legs again to touch her cunt. This time, Shania was free to moan and sigh, and it drove Josh wild. As he finger fucked her while they were standing up, his eyes focused on Shania’s cleavage. One of his hands went to her chest and squeezed.

Shania pulled up her shirt so that Josh can see her boobs very well. “Ahh, Uhmm,” Josh gasped at the sight of them. They were round, perky, and they looked very firm.

She giggled. Shania felt so flattered at the way Josh was treating her. It was almost like he has never seen a pair of breasts so beautiful. She even cupped her breasts together so that her tits were pointed towards Josh. And when he saw them like this, he fingered her even more wildly and he muttered curses under his breath.

Letting go of her breasts, Shania reached for something behind her back. She had tucked the pouch Cindy gave to her on the garters of her skirt.

“Let me see your cock, Josh,” she whispered. Quickly, josh unzipped his pants and unbuttoned it to reveal his erect piece of flesh. He pointed it towards Shania’s pussy.

“Oooh,” Shania said as she saw it. “You’ve got a nice length down there huh.” She was satisfied. Josh’s cock was longer than about half of the guys she has fucked. Also, it was fat and it looked very aggressive.

Shania ripped open the pouch and, instead of tissues, it revealed a sticky substance inside. She took a slob in one of her hands.

“What’s that hun?” Josh asked, looking down at the pouch. It smelled of mint.

“Some lubricant Cindy made. It is supposed to make you last longer,” she winked at Josh. “It is also a contraceptive.”

The guy made a sigh of relief. “Whew, I didn’t bring a condom today. Thanks to that. But you know Shania, I do last long.” Josh defended his manhood.

Shania put a lot of the lube on Josh’s dick, massaging it gently. Then she also put a slob in her vagina. “Well, let’s see how long you could hold your load,” she teased him, then she faced the wall and bent to him.

Josh saw Shania’s round buttocks, and they were sweet and firm without the hint of extra fat. He ran one hand through and said, “Jesus you’re sweet,” and eagerly he slid his cock inside her vagina. Shania’s cunt was already wet from Josh’s fingering, and was made extra wet by her lube. Josh pounded her heavily and hard, causing Shania to reach for support against the wall. She’s almost hit her head on the wall. Josh pounded her like a stallion.

“Oh yeah, baby, yeah yeah!” Josh fucked her hard, and he fucked her deep. Because of the lubricant, he felt like he could last longer inside her, as if there was some invisible force barring his semen from coming out of his shaft.

“Damn Shania, you’re, oh oh oh!” Josh’s eyes closed shut as he felt Shania’s walls gripping his cock very hard. Her cunt wriggled around his cock, as if it was a hand that masturbated his shaft.

Now he knew why Shania needed men who could last long. She was so skilled in muscle control, and maybe without the lube Josh would be squirting his load now.

Just like him, Shania was enjoying this small bathroom fuck. She gasped with every deep thrust that he made, and she enjoyed how his hands squeezed her breasts to keep them from bouncing on and off.

“Ah, Ah! Yes, yes!” Shania called out to Josh as she released her orgasm. Her vagina walls squeezed Josh’s cock so hard, and her legs and buttocks tensed. Every thrust that Josh made caused her orgasm to become more intense. It was like she was getting slapped with pleasure every time he attacked her hole.

But soon, Josh himself reached an orgasm. “Arrrghh!” he screamed and made one deep thrust as he spilled all of his hot semen inside Shania. His cock throbbed while thick semen went oozing down Shania’s cunt. And when he pulled off, he saw some of his semen squirt out from her pussy.

“Oh my god!” Josh couldn’t almost believe this experience. His eyes were wide, as he could still feel his orgasm even when his cock was already tucked inside his pants. It was so wild and hot to the core. Both of them were filled with sweat, and Shania’s entire face was rosy and pink from the heat.

“Let’s clean up,” Shania whispered to him. Her eyes were also blurry and shocked from the experience, but she was more prepared than Josh.

When they walked back to the tavern, Tyria was already arm in arm with Dylan. They were giggling and laughing hard. Both of their cheeks were red with the wine and beer. Cindy was still cold as ever, barely smiling at the punch lines Dylan threw. She was sipping warm drinks.

“Hey guys, sorry it took us some time.” Shania casually said as she took her seat. Her voice wasn’t raspy or breathy, it was just cool and sweet, like always. She had powdered her face and nothing seemed different about her. It seemed like Shania really just peed.

Josh, on the other hand, was still flush and his eyes still bewildered. He was silent for the rest of the night, hardly participating in the conversations and stories. Also he was fidgety, as if he was waiting for his mother to scold him when he was finally home.

Cindy and Tyria, on the other hand, were all used to this sort of thing. Cindy just drank her coffee, and watched over her sisters. She was still hoping for a few information about the pastor. On the other hand, Tyria was no longer feeling sorry about losing Josh to her sister. While they were gone, she realized that Dylan was in fact a lot more fun to talk to, and he had great stories of mischief to tell her. It was enough to say that Dylan touched a soft spot in Tyria’s heart.

They parted ways around eleven in the eve. Josh was still fidgety and bewildered about his new experience, disappointing Shania and making her think of him as a pup. Tyria and Dylan, on the other hand, was too fond of each other to part. Tyria gave Dylan a brief kiss in the mouth, and this made the young man blush under the moonlight.

As the girls walked home, Tyria blabbered to Shania all sorts of wonderful things about Dylan. This refreshed her mind, for she didn’t have to bother about Josh anymore. Shania swore to herself that she’s never going to fuck Josh in a public place again, if she could ever drive herself to do it again. Cindy was the silent one, counting the bits of useless information that she had heard about the Pastor.

For the next day, the girls woke up late. The sun was already high and noon was approaching. Their father knocked on their door, telling his daughters to come down after dressing up.

The girls wore regular clothes for the day, including Cindy, who usually wore strange clothing. Tyria was eager to grab hold of the telephone and speak with Dylan, while Shania felt bored about ever being stuck in this parish.

“Girls, I have to leave Renard for the rest of the day,” their father said as he arranged his suitcase. “I’ll be back around midnight. Don’t worry about your lunch. Pastor Miguel has invited you to his house.”

The reactions on the girls’ faces were different. Shania was glad to eat at some respectable man’s house, because she found all the diners in Renard to be cheap. Tyria was slightly nervous, not sure about how to act in the pastor’s presence. Dylan thought highly of him and she wanted to have a good impression on the pastor, too. Cindy was going to explode with excitement and satisfaction, but she tried to keep it from her face. Her eyes merely twinkled and her mouth tensed.

They took a small walk to Pastor Miguel’s house, which was located at the far west of Renard Parish. It was larger than most of the houses in Renard, and it also had a wide backyard and garden. Cindy overlooked the garden and guessed that it was once full of beds of summer flowers.

Pastor Miguel’s house looked old, but still it was quite large and magnificent to the sight. It had two stories, and a balcony with two lonely chairs. The exteriors of the house were painted white, but it was dirty and badly needed some cleaning.

The girls entered the living room, which looked quite too large because of the lack of furniture. There was only an old sofa set, a small television, and an outdated stereo. It looked rather creepy, and the carpet floors were already tattered. Shania and Tyria often sneezed at the dust in the living room. But Cindy marveled at the rusticity of the room. She was awestruck when she saw dead butterflies on a large picture frame.

“Good morning ladies,” Pastor Miguel entered from the kitchen. His appearance was rather ghastly and somewhat creepy, and some hairs rose from Shania and Tyria’s skin. Cindy was only glad to see him again.

“Come,” he gestured to the dining room. “Some generous folk brought meals for us to share today.”

The dining table was fit for a dozen people, so the four of them awkwardly filled only one end of it. Pastor Miguel sat at the far end, Cindy at his right side, and Shania and Tyria sat together on his left.

The meal was lovely and bountiful compared to the shabby house. There was crab soup, stewed chicken, roast beef, and a bowl of fresh fruits. Shania and Tyria filled their stomachs, while Cindy ate enough with the grace of a court lady.

Over the meal, they talked about how the girls find Renard Parish, and the pastor also asked a few innocent questions about their father and the lives of the girls. When their plates were already empty, Pastor Miguel told the girls to stay at the living room, play checkers or watch tv. He would like to have a spiritual conversation with Cindy in his office.

The two girls were quite nervous about what the pastor had just said, but they were also relieved that he chose Cindy instead of the two of them. Cindy gladly followed him to his office, nevertheless, like she was just an angel being called back to heaven.

Pastor Miguel touched Cindy’s waist as he escorted her to his office on the second floor. Cindy looked up at him and he smiled a fatherly smile at her, clearing away any doubts Cindy had in her mind.

His office was an averagely sized room, and it didn’t look too large to  the sight because it was filled with furniture. There were two bookshelves filled with books, a lounge by the wall, and a desk full of papers and pens. A tall grandfather clock stood in one corner. There were also tiny tables by the side of the pastor’s desk, containing small things and a few crumpled papers.

“Have a seat on the lounge, would you, Cindy.” The pastor mentioned as he took a seat behind his desk. Cindy sat across him. The lounge was a little too large, almost like a small bed. Cindy smiled at him, the bony structure of her face moving delicately.

“So Cindy,” the pastor began his interview. He had a very professional aura about him, casting away all of Cindy’s tension. “How old are you, and what are your interests? Answer me honestly, from the bottom of your heart. God is watching upon us.”

Cindy swallowed, then gathered her breath. “I am 21 years of age, pastor. I like many things, but I have great interest in herbal medicine and I am hoping to become a pharmacist someday.”

“What kind of herbal medicines do you have interest in? There are a great many wonders of nature god had bestowed to us, Cindy.”

She thought for a second, and decided not to lie. “I am interested in aphrodisiacs,” She met the pastor’s eyes. “I create contraceptives and lubricants, adding pleasure to sexual experiences.” Cindy said it straight. The pastor looked at her with his casual face, but there was a spark of interest in his eyes. At the end of her speech, Cindy’s cheeks blushed a little, and she felt her tits tense under her shirt. Down her belly, she could feel some heat between her legs.

When silence signaled the end of what Cindy had to say, the pastor gently stood up from his seat and reached to one of his shelves. “I see that is your interest, my dear. Nature really is full of pleasures to offer, and you are right in harvesting it. Now, show me your body, Cindy.”

She felt her heart thump inside her chest. “Pastor? I beg your pardon?”

The pastor turned to meet Cindy’s confused face, but he merely repeated what he said. “Take your clothes off, I need to see your body.” he shrugged then went back to his shelves. He picked up small things and tucked them on his pockets.

With shaking hands, Cindy began taking off her clothes. She felt embarrassed as she did this, but something in her body volunteered and it was very willing to stand naked in front of the pastor. When Cindy finished taking her clothes off, she could hardly meet the eyes of the pastor.

Cindy was very skinny, so her breasts were barely a handful. Nevertheless, they gracefully hung from her chest and her brown tits were perfectly sized peas. Her skin was olive smooth, and it was flawless. The curves of her body were smooth, and her hips were just the right size.

The pastor eyed her from head to foot. “You are very lovely, Cindy Lochlan,” he walked closer to her. Cindy held her hands in front of her, and she stared to the floor. The pastor pulled up her chin to meet her blue eyes, then he said, “Why ashamed? God gave you this beautiful body to be proud of.”

Cindy could only silently look back at him. The pastor rubbed his thumb along Cindy’s soft lips. Then, as he looked down to her body, more slowly this time, one of his hands touched her breasts, squeezing and rubbing it gently. He tugged at her nipples, and Cindy’s eyes shut tight.

“Ohhh,” Cindy gasped as she felt the pastor’s mouth suck at her tits. His tongue flicked her nipples, playing it around his mouth. Then, when he had moistened her entire breasts with his saliva, his kissed slowly crawled down her tummy. Each kiss tickled Cindy, sending gasps out of her mouth. Her hands soon found their way to his hair, and she gripped the pastor’s hair when he flicked his tongue up and down her cunt.

His tongue was skilled. It knew the spots and the folds of Cindy’s pussy like the verses in the bible. He knew when to suck her clitoris, and when to ever so gently tease the folds of her cunt. While he was eating her pussy, one of his hands crawled to the inside of Cindy’s thighs.

“Oh, pastor, oh pastor, my god,” Cindy exclaimed.

The pastor reached up between her legs and stuck one finger inside her hole. It was so damn wet, and Cindy’s love juices dripped from his finger.

“Your beautiful body is so ripe,” the pastor said. “God gave you a great body and a great skill which you put to good use. Now, let me be the instrument to send god’s regards to you, my lady.”

After one last lick of her cunt, the pastor reached to his table. Cindy opened her eyes to see what he was holding, and her eyes widened in excitement and desire.

“Sit on the lounge and lean, my dear,” the pastor said.

Cindy obediently agreed, sitting at the edge of the lounge and leaning back to the wall. Her body was curved just enough for the pastor to slid the wooden dildo inside her. It was brown and shiny, made from expensive wood. It was oddly shaped as it was curvy and carved with ridges and other spots that could surely give her unimaginable sensations. Cindy couldn’t wait to get a taste of the especially made dildo.

And since her pussy was extremely wet, the pastor easily slid it down her hole. Cindy’s mouth gaped open as she felt the thing slide inside her. “Ahhh!” it filled her hole just enough, as if it was carved to fit her body. When the pastor slid it in and out of her, the dildo felt like it was wriggling like a worm. That was the purpose of the wavy shape. The ridges and carvings added tingling sensations to her cunt when it hit and rubbed along her walls.

“Oh my god, my god!” Cindy cried as the pastor vigorously slid it in and out of her cunt. She could also feel his breath becoming raspy because of the quick movements he was making. Cindy began to raise her legs and give more way to the dildo in the pastor’s hands. After one last thrust, Cindy shouted aloud as her orgasm exploded through her entire body. Her legs tensed and her toes curled.

“Ahhhhh! Owwww!” Cindy’s cries were wild. The pastor wriggled the dildo inside her to add sensations to her orgasm.

Then he pulled it off Cindy, and he stood up. Cindy’s heart was racing inside her chest. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she muttered as she tried to relax her breath.

The pastor went back to his seat behind the table, and there he wiped clean the dildo. He looked at Cindy as she trembled and quivered, her legs still spread apart. Her cunt was swollen and pink, and from it dripped a lot of love juices. He admired her for a few seconds, savoring the sight of her perfectly slender body and beautiful face.

“Now, are you enlightened by god’s glory?” the pastor asked Cindy.

She hardly comprehended what he said, but Cindy managed to respond despite the mind-shattering orgasm. “Y-Yes, pastor.”

“Does everything look clear now? Do you know now the purpose that god has given you?”

All that Cindy could feel was the trickle of sweat throughout her skin. Then she realized that her legs were still spread apart. With a little shock, she crossed them, then folded her hands on her breasts to fight off the light chill in the room. “Yes, pastor. By god’s glory I’m his erotic apothecary, and I must not be ashamed of my body, which spreads his glories of nature.”

The pastor nodded. “Yes, that is right. But you are not the only one whose mind needs to open.” The pastor looked seriously at Cindy. “Your sisters, you know that they are also using their bodies in the wrong way.”

Cindy frowned. “Yes, they make too much display of their bodies.”

“They do not take care of it enough, don’t you think so?” the pastor was caught in deep thought. “At least one of your sisters had sex last night. Who was she? Who was she with?”

Cindy began to pick up her clothes from the floor. She glanced at the pastor and asked by gesture if she could wear them. He approved.

 

Then Cindy answered him. She sighed. “It was Shania. She was with that boy who calls himself Josh.

The pastor nodded in recognition. “Did you know Josh was a virgin?”

Cindy’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes. I heard it from the confessions of his mother. She was proud of him you know, he was unlike most of the boys here.” The pastor made a sad, deep sigh. “But now your sister has taken his mother’s pride. And Josh is no longer feeling like himself, because of the terrible guilt.”

Cindy felt the weight of her sister’s offense. She stared at the floor again.

“Your sister needs to be cleansed. Her body needs to know its lessons.” The pastor merely said. Cindy only nodded in unison.

“What about Tyria? That young girl?”

“She is a nice girl, pastor,” Cindy defended her youngest sister. “Although she is promiscuous at many times, she never forced men to follow her will.” As Cindy said the words, she realized the difference between Shania and Tyria. Although they both dressed like sluts, at least Tyria didn’t push men around. Tyria let men come to her, unlike Cindy.

“It’s good that she knows her part,” the pastor nodded at Cindy. “A young lady should never rush men, let alone take their virginities and pin them to bed. It works the other way around.” He said firmly.

“Yes it does, pastor.” Cindy said under her breath. It was just the fact of the world.

“I trust that you will take care of your lovely sister Tyria, and show her the right way.”

Cindy nodded.

“As for now,” the pastor continued, “our sermon is finished for the day. You can join your sisters downstairs while I prepare a snack for us.”

The pastor gave his fatherly smile again, and Cindy felt a refreshing sunbeam shine on her face.

Her sister’s faces revealed worry when the three of them saw each other again. Tyria, the young one, hugged her sister. Only Shania’s eyes reflected her hundred questions, curiosities and concern for their eldest sister. She tried to keep her calm as she sat on a sofa. “So what went on up there?”

Cindy just winked and smiled at her sisters. “I just had an enlightening sermon with the pastor,” she smiled warmly. “And he’s preparing fruits on syrup for us.”

After sharing the sweet snack, the three sisters bid goodbye to the pastor. The walk was short back to their apartment. Cindy felt very different and cheered up during that walk. Sometimes she picked up flowers and put them on her hair. She whistled to the trees and the birds chirped at her.

Even her sense of fashion had changed. Now, Cindy looked more natural. She let her hair flow free instead of tying them in braids and pulling them in a neat bun. Her makeup looked more regular than usual, and she actually wore a summer dress for the first time.

Tyria openly expressed that she prefers her sister’s new fashion, but Shania couldn’t help but freak out at Cindy’s minor changes.

“What’s happened to you?” she scowled at Cindy. “Ever since you talked to that balding pastor, you’ve lost your identity!”

Cindy felt her anger flare up. “You mean, I’m no longer too weird for everyone to behold,” she put her hands to her hips. “I’m just acting natural, Shania. There’s nothing wrong with what I do, and I have no need of hiding my true self from the world, just because I fear of being misunderstood!”

Shania’s eyes glared as her eldest sister nearly shouted at her. She and Cindy were very close friends, and she couldn’t put up with the fact that a nearly-stranger pastor would cause this rift between the two of them.

“Come with me, Tyria. Let’s go find some men to fuck in this stupid parish!” Shania turned her back and began scrambling for her makeup.

Cindy looked at Tyria with intense eyes, and their youngest sister replied. “I have agreed to meet with Dylan later.”

“So what?” Shania exclaimed. “Can’t your pussy fuck two men in one day?”

Tyria said firmly, “No. Dylan has invited me, and I respect him.”

Shania couldn’t believe what her sister had just told her. Her eyes widened in shock and anger. “Fine! You two can suit yourselves!” With an angry and annoyed groan from her throat, Shania left and banged the door behind her.

Shania’s angry feet didn’t take her to the pub at the middle of the parish, but she found them treading the pathway to the pastor’s house. She felt very outrageous anger towards the pastor. Her anger raged inside her like a wildfire. She planned to confront the pastor and ask what he had done to Cindy. What did he to do her such that Cindy now has more influence over Tyria?

She knocked at the door. Three loud knocks that almost pushed down the door.

“Oh, Shania Lochlan. Come in.” the pastor peeked from the door. His face was innocent, and his gentle smile was so fatherly. When Shania saw it, her anger suddenly died like a flame in a storm.

        Shania went inside his living room. With every step that she took, Shania felt a comforting atmosphere that wrapped around her body. She was starting to think that this house was haunted, and that the pastor was a man-witch. But of course, it was stupid.

        “How can I be of service to you today?” the pastor calmly asked. He sat at a couch across Shania.

        She wanted to scream at him, curse him for what he did to Cindy, and ask him to leave her family alone. But Shania couldn’t bring herself to say these things. Her heart was tender inside her chest, and she felt humiliation wash all over her. “I…I need my spiritual sermon, pastor.” Shania said in a low voice. She stare at the floor.

“Ah, yes,” the pastor said, as if suddenly remembering something. “I promised your father that I will give each of you a spiritual and moral advice,” he cleared his throat and made his voice more formal. “I have given one to Cindy yesterday, and I pray that she is doing well with it. I see enough light in her, and I asked her if she could share her enlightenment to young Tyria. How are they doing now?”

“They’re well together, like good sisters.” Shania said, loneliness apparent in her voice.

“But unfortunately, you have a dirtier soul than any of your sisters combined. And your conscience and temperament are almost inexistent.”

His words were firm. It stung in her ears.

“With your influence, Tyria could be in danger. You are too wild as you are beautiful, Shania. Though there is nothing wrong with using your body to spread the glory of god, and the pleasure he has bestowed upon us…”

Shania felt her heart break apart, and tear itself inside her chest. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes.

“..but you lure men into doing things they regret in the end. You destroy the love in their hearts, and you turn it into dark lust!”

Shania was now sobbing, crying. The truth of her actions cut her like a knife. Then she looked up at the pastor, full of tears in her face.

“Purify me, pastor!” she pleaded. Shania knelt in front of him, hands clasped, as if in prayer. “Purify me pastor, please! Take the evil lust away from my body!”

The pastor stood up and looked down at Shania. “Then I will be the angel to purify you, young woman,” all of a sudden, the pastor unzipped his pants and unbuttoned it. He pulled down his slacks and they fell to the floor.

Shania saw them, looked up, and then she saw the pastor looking down at her. His face was expressionless, like a statue. The erection in his hips was large, and his cock was full of veins that throbbed.

“You must drink from my cock, Shania. You need to suck it, and arouse the angels to pity you and give you the semen that will purify your blood.”

Without hesitation, Shania quickly opened her mouth and put the pastor’s cock between her lips. She tasted his salty precum, and the tip of her tongue moved around its head. Shania licked the entire length of his shaft, rubbing it against her lips.

The pastor grabbed hold of Shania’s hair, and his mouth flew open in a gasp. “Ahhh! Ahhh!” Shania’s tongue and lips tickled him when she gently sucked his balls. Her mouth was warm, and her tongue was so soft. Shania’s mouth was so skilled, the pastor never felt an edge of her tongue. Fucking Shania’s mouth was like fucking a virgin cunt.

When she was getting into the mood, Shania put the entire length of his penis inside her mouth. She almost choked as it reached down her throat, but Shania did her best. She sucked it like a hungry baby, and moved her head a little so that his cocked rubbed the roof of her mouth and also her throat. Shania’s tongue reached the base of his shaft, licking it together with his balls.

        One of Shania’s hands touched the pastor’s balls, and it sent him delirious waves of pleasure. His eyes rolled back, as if he was having a seizure. “Mercy of the lord! Oh! Fuck fuck!” he muttered through his uneven gasps.

        Shania’s head moved quicker and quicker around the pastor’s penis, sucking hard and rocking her head in and out of it, as swiftly as she could. The pastor grabbed her hair even harder, and Shania’s scalp was almost painful from the pressure of his grasp. But in a few seconds more, the pastor exploded into an orgasm.

        “Jesus Christ!” he shouted. Shania suddenly went to a stop as she sucked the pastor’s cock hard. Sweet semen squirted from his cock and it all went down to her throat. He had a lot of load, but Shania did her best to swallow all of it. She drank all that she can, hoping that it will purify her blood and lusty desires.

        The pastor’s legs tensed and quivered as she spilled his load down on Shania’s throat. Then he pulled her head off her. Some of his semen were on Shania’s lips, and they dripped to her chin. Shania’s eyes were opened wide at him, and they were still reddish from her cries and sobs.

        “Now, for your dirty cunt!” the pastor motioned Shania to turn around. Although she was still tired from sucking his cock, Shania obediently followed. She was down on her knees, her forehead touching the floor.

        The pastor went behind her and savagely pulled down her shorts. Shania’s cunt was red and swollen between her butt cheeks. It was also dripping wet. Shania was undoubtedly aroused when she sucked the pastor’s cock.

He looked at it with a devilish smile. “You are an instrument of dark desires!” he slapped Shania’s butt hard.

“Oww!” Shania cried out as she felt a hot lash on her butt.

“Send your lusts back to the devil!” he slapped her again, harder. Shania’s hips swayed to the intensity, and she was back into sobbing again.

The pastor put three of his fingers inside Shania’s wet cunt. It was warm and soft inside, just like her mouth. “In your purification, we will wipe away your inappropriate desires.” The pastor said coolly. He took his fingers off her pussy, then he wiped Shania’s cunt using his shirt. He wiped it and made sure that it was already dry.

“Now, you suffer and repent!” The pastor thrust inside Shania and forced his cock into her dry pussy. Shania screamed in pain, as she felt like her pussy was being torn apart. There was a warm sensation, and the pain was sharp it overshadowed any kind of pleasure.

“Oh, please, please please! Pastor!” she pleaded, but he didn’t hear her.

The pastor watched his cock go in and out of Shania’s dry pussy. Now it was more red and swollen than before. He made his thrusts shallow enough for him to see his shaft. But when he felt his desires and pleasures coming stronger, he decided to go deeper inside Shania’s cunt.

He pounded her flesh, quick and hard. Shania screamed at every deep thrust that he made to her dry pussy. But since we went deeper this time, his cock was able to touch a sweet spot inside her pussy. Shania felt the tingles of pleasure start to form deep in her belly. Little by little, her cunt was becoming wet again.

The pastor began to notice this, which made him even more excited to proceed fucking Shania. He grabbed her breasts, which were bouncing off and shaking as he fucked her. The tips of his fingers flicked and pinched Shania’s pussy. This added extra pleasure to their fucking.

Shania felt the pastor’s balls slap her clitoris, and she knew that she was coming up. In a few thrusts, her orgasm will explode….

And then it did. A wild shout escaped Shania’s mouth.

“Ahhhh! Ohhh!” Her hands clawed at the tattered carpet beneath her. Her body quivered and twisted.

“Come away the devil, Shania! Come and set your demons free!” the pastor shouted alongside her. He thrust deeper and deeper and quicker and quicker, until he felt his cock go tense again. An electric sensation built up from his tummy and traveled down his legs and hips. Then, the pastor stopped as he filled his semen inside Shania. His cock throbbed once more, and his loads of semen trickled down Shania’s legs.

The two of them panted heavily and deeply as they scrambled themselves on the floor. Shania’s sobs were mere hiccups now. The pastor looked very tired, almost collapsing on the floor. But Shania caught him just in time, although her legs had also turned jelly. She pulled up her shorts and sat at the sofa beside the pastor. She wiped the sweat and tears from her face.

The pastor smiled a fatherly smile at Shania. “You are free now, my child,” he said, his breaths uneven. “Now you must have the good judgment to decide what to do with your lovely body.”

Shania nodded, still feeling sore between her legs. After they have settled their breaths and shared a snack of fruits, Shania thanked the pastor and she walked out of his house.

Her pussy still felt like it was torn apart, but deep inside her she felt a spring of hope and joy. Now she knew better about her body and its limits, thanks to the pastor.

Shania’s life was the newest life that the pastor had changed…there were still be more to come.